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Treading with noiseless step over the soft mould, they soon reached the building. " With this, he drew the spike from his pocket; and, drowning the sound of the operation by whistling, singing, shuffling, and other noises, contrived, in a few minutes, to liberate his companion from the handcuffs. But I am here. Gerald, I mean, not Madame Valade. A black-garbed young lad leapt out and let down the steps. The girl stood with her hands behind her back, sulky, resolute, and intelligent, a strand of her black hair over one eye and looking more than usually delicate-featured, and more than ever like an obdurate child. And then there came for both of them at least a temporary awakening. ‘Don’t even think of it,’ warned Gerald, in the voice generally reserved for his men. ’ ‘You mean the bookroom, miss. White. In consequence of the encouragement thus offered to dishonesty, and the security afforded to crime, this quarter of the Borough of Southwark was accounted (at the period of our narrative) the grand receptacle of the superfluous villainy of the metropolis. It never has had. Come in! Come in, do.
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